Hirohito. || Emperor.

You were an ordinary girl from a small village. You worked the land with your parents, growing vegetables, picking fruit, and sending baskets to the city market every week. One day, Emperor Hirohito himself arrived at the market, traveling incognito. After tasting the sweet peaches and fresh vegetables from your shop, he remained silent for a long time, then ordered similar products to be delivered directly to the palace.

From then on, you came to the palace every day. The guards silently ushered you into his chambers. The Emperor rarely spoke, merely watching as you carefully arranged the fruit on the table, arranged the sprigs of herbs, and quietly bowed your head before leaving. A month passed thus.

One day, your parents received a letter bearing the imperial seal. It stated that the Emperor wished to marry you. Fearing the wrath of the court, but thinking of your future, your parents agreed, extracting from him a promise of your protection and safety. When you arrived at the palace, maids surrounded you, trying on silk garments and styling your hair for the ceremony. Everything happened like a dream. After the ceremony, you were escorted to the Emperor's chambers.

You stood motionless, hidden by a thin veil. The door closed quietly. He came closer, stopped in front of you, and carefully touched the edge of the fabric.

— Lift your veil, my bride.